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I just got this email.  Could this be my friend Mark, trying the "anonymous" tactic?  Or is this another officemate entirely?  Everyone sure is worried about my weight.

Hi, I hate to be the one to mention this, but people continue to talk about your weight issue and it just disgusts me. Whether you know it by now, people are always chattering about each other at work but you come up more than enough. I wasn't the happiest or best-fit up until a year ago or so but that did change. Thanks to my dam brother-in-law(of all people). Anyhow, it was for the best.
What I am saying is that you need to do something different and maybe you can make the same difference I did. Try this stuff I used. I took it on the idea it's just more junk but it worked great. I see more positive reviews on it nowadays and makes me feel even better. So, I am encouraging a change, not only in the chatter around here but in you personally.

-Anonymous for now
Using an anonymous email website to send this btw. When it
helps/works just send a memo out  with the name "Angel" in it.
Then you can take me out to lunch to thank you. I know it'll
be soon cause they Fedex everything.Talk to you sooner than
later I hope ;)

What's one of your favorite quotes? 
Submitted by Georgie-boy. 

“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.”

(see "Almost Famous")

What's your favorite blend or brand of coffee or tea?

Illy, baby.  All the way.

I was just chatting with Cap'n.  Boo is right, man.  That's the word that sums up my day.  I am in a BAD MOOD. 

My cat is sick, I had to wrestle her this morning to apply her glaucoma eye drops and stick a pill down her throat.  That was great fun.

Then I got dressed and my clothes felt tighter.  Awesome.

THEN I took the subway to work.  Always a treat, especially when people are attempting to shove their way onto a train with NO MORE ROOM (it's simple physics, people) and shouting dumbass things like "I have to get to work!" as though that will magically open a path for them.  FAN-tastic!

Then I got to the office.  Need I say more?  God this sucks. 

I remember watching a great comedian on TV some time ago.  He did a bit about how men and women differ in the way they communicate with their friends.  Like for example, men will greet one another by saying "Jim!  You fat fuck!  How the hell are you?" or "What's up, Bob, you ugly bastard!" 

If a woman said that to another woman, all hell would break loose.  Women reserve those comments for bad-mouthing behind one another's backs.  Cruel as men can be to each other, there's a level of honesty there that I have to respect.

That said, if a woman called me a fat fuck or an ugly bastard to my face, I'd never leave my apartment again.  There is such a thing as too much honesty.

I missed having Butters on my Vox page.

Last night we re-watched the SP episode where Kyle, Stan, Cartman and Butters are desperately searching for a TV where they can catch the new Terrence & Phillip movie trailer.  They end up in the local pub, begging the bartender to let them watch on the set.  Bartender says no, so Stan offers the guy to have Butters give hand jobs in the corner.  To which little Butters happily chirps, "y-yeah, I can do all kinds of jobs!"

Poor Butters.

Is there anyone out there who has had to share space with a KttD contender the month before the Big Event, while he/she is frantically searching for that perfect song?  By that I mean actually singing potential songs aloud to judge their full impact?  Over the last several weeks I've heard countless bad, bad songs.  To make matters worse, most of those songs are no longer in the running, so it was all for naught.  Yet I can't shake them...they resurface in the shower, on my walk to work, sitting here in front of my computer.

That said, when my live-in KttD contender found his perfect song, I understood what it was all about.  I see why song selection is so important.  I imagine it's going to be a tough competition, because if it can possibly get any worse than what I've heard, I fear for those in attendance.  I break into a cold sweat at the mere memory of Doc's crooning yesterday.

This speaks for itself.

Butters Summons Biggie

I changed the design of my little home here on Vox.  It's not that I love Butters any less, but I have to either a) work, or b) play around on the internet.  My choice is clear.

The picture at the top of my page is of Castelsardo which is a small town in northern Sardinia.  The 'old city' is situated at the top of a hill overlooking the Mediterranean.  The newer part of town is at the bottom of the hill, which is fortunate since it's quite ugly.  The old town is impressive, however.  Cars cannot enter for logistical reasons - also fortunate.  The architecture is thoroughly charming.  There are small, winding steps that help you to navigate the varying heights as the town scales the hill.  The stunning view is around every corner and never stops taking your breath away.

Copy of Cat and seaview

Copy of Street in Castelsardo

Butters hasn't gotten the attention he deserves this week.  I feel the need to honor him with a few clips.